The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 267

Eric’s words hung in the air, unfinished, as he noticed Eder’s brows knit together, a flicker of melancholy crossing his usually unreadable eyes.

“I have imposed strict confidentiality on everyone about the virus coursing through me. Let’s keep it that way. Especially from Grace!” Eder commanded, his voice echoing with a dull finality.

“Understood.” Eric paused, looking apprehensive. “But Boss, even if we can suppress this secret now, Miss Salen will have to grapple with your sudden demise five months from now. It’s going to inflict unimaginable pain on her.”

“I’m aware. Give me time to ponder over it.” Eder averted his gaze, his expression etched with exhaustion. His eyelashes fluttered, hinting at an internal battle he struggled to contain.

Eric recognized his pain. This was perhaps Eder’s most challenging moment, a crossroads of heartache and duty.

Late into the night, Eric exited the room, leaving Eder to his solitude in the sterile confines of the lab ward.

The night unfolded in quiet serenity. The trees outside the window shivered under the whispering wind, and soon, a soft rain began to drizzle.

Eder turned towards the window, watching as raindrops slid down the glass. His once commanding and prideful visage was now shrouded in melancholy, his expression a kaleidoscope of thoughts. His reverie was interrupted by the beep of his phone, signaling a new message. Unlocking his phone, Eder’s eyes landed on a message from Grace.

“Eder, are you managing to get some rest on the border?” the message read.

“I’ve heard about the strong ultraviolet rays there. Are you going to return with a tan? Haha! Should I start calling you ‘Bronzed Eder?” another ping announced the arrival of her subsequent message.

Grace’s playful banter brought a smile to his lips, a rare moment of levity in the otherwise clinical surroundings.

His mind’s eye painted an image of Grace’s face, lively and teasing as she penned those words. A sudden, overwhelming longing overtook him-the desire to hold her close and never let

After some time, another message from Grace illuminated the screen.

“Have you fallen asleep? Or is it difficult to reply from there?”

Then I

a bitter smile. His fingers danced lightly over the lines of text Grace had sent, tracing their path on the

screen.

a path down his cheek, nestling into the short hair at his temple, disappearing as if it had never

bed, beads of sweat rolling off the tip

was combat against torment, the pain searing through him with

forcing a pained groan from his lips.

In his weakened state, before he could press the alarm, he tumbled

over, he pushed the door

check to avoid agitation and extreme emotions. Heart angina is lethal when it flares up! Murmuring under his breath, he

Dr. B could do was assist Eder back onto the bed. and tuck him under the blanket. He stayed by his side for several hours, only exhaling a sigh of relief when exhaustion finally

sleep

a mission and narrowly escaped a bullet to his heart, bleeding profusely.

in the dark about his well-being and the current state of

her weary eyed the next morning as she went to

fact that the man she had been ceaselessly worrying about had returned that very

around her as she rushed to the bedroom door

gracefully turned the pages, an effortless aura of aristocracy

disturbance, Eder lifted his gaze towards the door, his eyes

face as she looked at him closely. “I didn’t expect you to go to the border and come back without getting a tan. I want to taste this honey-colored skin!” She playfully pecked his cold, thin lips, her actions

were back? I wouldn’t have known you were home if I hadn’t seen Eric standing at the door by chance.

smile crossed Eder’s face, skillfully concealing the weariness in his eyes. “Yes,

his voice. “Did

slight smile and opened his arms to

his side, resting her head on his shoulder. Her cold hand slipped inside his robe,